As he walked the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening a craving for the quietude of the grave overtook him with unwanted intensity.
Georges Rodenbach
As he walked the sad faded leaves were driven pitilessly around him by the wind and under the mingling influences of autumn and evening a craving for the quietude of the grave overtook him with unwanted intensity.
Georges Rodenbach